Monthly Archives: March 2008

Bored webmasters

Yes, my friends. It’s Weird Wednesday. It seems there are lots of folks on the web who have entirely too much free time (or, like Yours Truly, they have no life).

On some of these, I wasn’t sure whether to declare them noteworthy because of the bizarro factor, or on account of just plain horrible web design. Check it:

There. That oughta keep you busy for awhile.

Fink out.

Lord Acton had a point.

spitzer.jpgIn reading yesterday’s news about New York governor Eliot Spitzer being tied to a high-class prostitution ring, it got me to thinking.

Lord Acton had a point when he said, Power tends to corrupt; absolute power corrupts absolutely.

Interesting side note here…did you know that when Acton wrote that famous line, he was talking about the pope? Yep, and from the same letter, an even better quote: Great men are almost always bad men.

Making even more sense is a quote from the bible: Great men are not always wise. Job 32:9. Gee, Eliot…ya think?

Once again we are reminded of how far the powerful people of the world can fall when they become dizzy with the stuff. It’s an aphrodisiac that soon becomes a full-out addiction. Think of people who have “had it all,” so to speak, then ruined it by stupid decisions based on total disregard for responsible behavior because they just didn’t think the laws that bind the bourgeoisie like us applied to them. Below, we have the collection of usual suspects:

  1. Saddam Hussein
  2. Josef Stalin
  3. A***f H****r (Sorry – you know who I mean, but I don’t want the search engines leading all the “Knot See” wackos here)
  4. Lucifer (OK, so he wasn’t “people,” but you get the idea)
  5. Mussolini

And you could probably add a bunch to that list. But what about people who are power addicts today? As several of my friends could tell you, they don’t have to operate on a national scale. Your own boss could be one of them, you know? I think sometimes that’s why bad bosses come and go so often – their own system of “leadership by intimidation” eventually renders them ineffective. Happens all the time.

It all comes down to the dangerous supposition that power equals infallibility, or some bizarre free pass from being accountable to someone. It raises the question: What was Spitzer thinking?

I’ve always thought that John F. Kennedy, were he president today and pulling the crap he got away with in 1962, would be roasted on a spit, civil rights rhetoric notwithstanding. I submit that he was just as power-hungry as Mussolini, and not at all the demigod he’s been made out to be. Only difference: the press weren’t as vicious.

Which brings me back to the opening of this post….nothing like having your proclivity for high-priced call girls trumpeted from the rooftops on CNN. The man simply wasn’t thinking.

Snorting lines of power can mess a brother up.

Trompe l’oeil, oh boy

I don’t know how I happen on some of the weird sites that end up on my screen, and eventually as the subjects of my blog posts. But as you know, research is my hobby. Sister got no life.

On today’s menu is the artistic painting style called trompe l’oeil (pronounced “tromp loy”), which began in the 16th century, and in 2008 would be described as 3-D painting. Trompe l’oeil simply means “to fool the eye.” And although some of these paintings were done long before the advent of photography, it’s hard to believe they aren’t actually photographs. Have a looksee:

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This is actually a painting:

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spacer.jpgAnd imagine, before the days of television or cinema, going to the art gallery and seeing this:

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Kind of reminds me of this:

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*shudder*

Talk about fooling the eye…did anyone see this coming while watching the film for the first time?

And there you are. Trompe l’oeil.

Bon jour, mes amis.

Who makes up these rules?

As much as I loathe what he did, I think when compared to the penalties levied against other pro athletes who have run afoul of the law, Michael Vick got the shaft.
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He killed dogs, lied about it, and got 2 years in jail. By many accounts, this was completely justified. Heck, if they’d asked me, I would have said 2 years was a walk in the park for someone who had watched – and taken part in – the hanging, shooting and torturing of innocent animals.

[If PETA had their way, he’d have been lynched in public.]

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Next case. For (always bitter) Browns fans like myself, this is a specifically ouchy memory. Remember Kevin Mack? Sure you do. He was another pro athlete for whom money, talent and fame were not enough. He had to add cocaine to the list, and it landed him a 6-month jail term. Six months? On a first offense with no prior record? Almost anyone in that position back then walked away with probation and community service. I remember the outcry from the Cleveland press and the football world in general, deriding the court system and the NFL for making “an example” out of Mack.

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Next: Marion Jones. Another liar who broke the hearts of all those who supported her, defended her, and most importantly, looked up to her. She cheated in the Olympics, deceived an entire country, made fools of those who trusted her, and betrayed the kids who wanted to be like her.

She got 6 months. And the other liar on her level, Roger Clemens, should get even more, since he’s taking his lies to even loftier heights of insanity. But that’s another post for another day. Let’s get to the point (and I do have one, I promise).

Vick killed some dogs. Jones took steroids, and Mack bought cocaine. Those are all bad things, for which each athlete paid (or is presently paying) in jail time. But then wait….

What about Ray Lewis of the Baltimore Ravens? Charged with murder and aggravated assault in 2000 (do you find it at all strange that they never found his blood-stained white suit?), he never served a day. Instead, he agreed to rat on his homies and walked free.

Leonard Little of the Rams rammed his Lincoln Navigator into the car Cindy Gutweiler was driving, after he ran a red light. He was skunk drunk, with a blood alcohol level of .19. Did Cindy press charges? Nope. She couldn’t, because she died. Little served 90 days and got 4 years probation.

And I won’t even go into the wife beatin’, crack smokin’, rapin’ and pillagin’ delinquents of the NBA. It is amazing how many commit felonies, then walk out of the courtroom, free men.

Of course, I would be remiss if I didn’t mention the biggest thug of them all:

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Still walking free, still making millions – although the piper just might catch up with him in September.

And I know all about aggravating vs. mitigating circumstances. People, there aren’t that many mitigating circumstances on the planet. A woman who shoots up steroids – physically harming no one but herself – and lies about it gets 6 months, and people like Lewis and Little go free? You tell me how that’s fair.

I read on somebody’s op-ed column that we can’t compare cases. The justice system deals with individuals with myriad inconsistencies, and with humans who are imperfect, so we cannot expect perfection from the legal machinery all of the time.

Oh yeah? Just wait until it’s *you* sitting at the defense table, pal.

Sleigh bells ring, are you listenin’…

Holy blizzard warning, Batman. It’s snowing out there. The only way I’m getting out this morning is by sleigh. Guess I’ll stay in.

Rousseau (who slipped on the stairs last night and is limping today, poor puppy – he’s on vet watch) went out this morning in snow up to his shoulders. I played “Find the Street” from my front porch…

…as well as “Where’s the Driveway?” from my back porch:

My poor Ford Ranger is still at the school. I was teaching my last-period class yesterday, and #1 Son appeared at the door, saying he was there to drive me home. Good thing, too – truck would have never made it up the big hills. And there I’d be…in the ditch, hairdo ruined, coffee spilled…

*shudder* I can’t think about it. It should be interesting indeed when he and the Thriller go to the school tomorrow to drive/drag it home. I’ll have them take a picture – I’ll post it here if it’s interesting enough.

Anyway, thank you, Seamus – you’re my hero!